{ ♕ D r e a m s c a p e ☽ }
with @rauubtier
– You had fallen asleep under a tree somewhere in the middle of nowhere, occasionally finding solace in the wild. However, when you open your eyes again, the scene before you is quite familiar. Walls of white stretch upwards, sloping into multiple curves and points into dizzying patterns. In the candlelight, flecks of gold glitter above shimmer like constellations. Patterns of swirls and snakes decorate the walls while tapestries of green and gold half hang across pointed fairytale windows. It’s your room.
“Mama? Why aren’t there any other kids to play with here?” you hear a high, almost squeaking voice say. You turn, and you notice a small version of you nestled on a small plush bed, sleepy-eyed and yet, so loud. Seeing yourself isn’t what causes your jaw to drop. It’s the image of her. Of your mother. The clearest you’ve been able to remember her face in years. Her features are ovular, much like yours, hair billowing and dark as night. Her brown eyes have a fire in them yours lack, though they too, look quite tired.
Before your mother speaks, however, you feel a presence on the bench beside you, and a weight on your shoulder. Wolf. What in the hell is she doing here? And what are you doing here? Oh no. No. Mortals cannot be here. Regardless of how much you wish to stay, you need to get her to the surface. You give her a tiny shake.
“Lady Wolf? Are you alright? Does it... feel hard to breathe at all?”
